Richard

The coat hung, heavy on his shoulders
And his pockets ran too deep.
His finger trembled on the trigger,
He wished that he was home asleep.

And silence broke the engine’s rumbling.
The steel felt cold, but drenched in sweat.
Throbbing veins parted his temples,
So thick the fumes, so short his breath.

And seconds drifted far apart
The closer the hands struck to three,
But left no room for second guessing,
“You’re just a man – but so is he!”

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